A few years ago, during our undergraduate degree, Eric and I took a school related art trip to New York. We had a great time, but ended up being incredibly sleep deprived by the end of our adventure. When it was time to head home we were eager to get on that plane, thinking about falling into the warm embrace of our bed in Missoula where we were living at the time. We took a pre-dawn flight out of New York, hoping to get home early in order to have a day to recuperate before we had to return to normal life. There was snow in the city, but it didn't seem like enough to constitute any delays. After a hectic dash to catch our plane we were on our way home.
We had one short layover in Denver before we were to catch our flight to Missoula. When we de-boarded our first plane we discovered that we had been bumped from our flight to Missoula. Apparently the snow in NYC had created something of a domino effect and they had a bit of a back up. Eric and I were unconcerned, we could handle a little wait.
We entertained ourselves in the usual manners. We rode the little conveyor belts in unique fashions. Do you do that? You know, going down the wrong way, running, walking backwards, etc. Once we had done that a few times we decided to get a bite to eat and a cup (gallon) of coffee, remember we were already sleep deprived at this point. After breakfast we went to check on our flight and discovered that maybe we could catch one in the early afternoon. With a few hours to kill we decided to try and find a quiet corner of the airport to rest and relax. Unfortunately there were many other folks who were also stranded in the airport, so there were no quiet places to wait, nowhere to sit.
So, we rode the conveyor belts for what seemed like endless hours. Day turned into night. Some of our class came and went out on different airlines. We stayed in airport purgatory. Eric and I were too exhausted to really get upset. Instead we went to that strange place of sleep deprived hysteria, you know what I am talking about, the place where you can go from maniacal laughter to big teary sobs in a matter of seconds.
Eventually we just gave into the process of waiting. We didn't fight it anymore. We just quietly sat on the floor near the desk and waited. I am not sure how long that lasted; we had gone to a place well beyond time and space. The wait did end. We later figured that we could have rented a car and driven to Missoula and half way back to DIA in the amount of time we spent at DIA, but that's not really the point of this tale.
We got onto our flight and made it home only to fall into a deep sleep in our warm bed, just filled with gratitude that we had FINALLY made it, in spite of all of the seemingly endless hours we spent hoping that our time was just around the corner.
So, today I submit to the process of waiting...